Chapter 25: Tunnels

So the day came. Aster had barely slept the night before, and his stomach remained tied in one tight, messy, quivering knot. He sat beside the windows in his bedroom, his nightclothes hanging carelessly off his body and his knees hugged tightly to his chest. A tray of uneaten breakfast food lay forgotten on the floor a few feet away, and blue eyes squinted blankly out the window through unkempt black waves.

He could just barely see the crowds gathered just outside the castle gates. From this angle, he couldn’t see the executioner’s platform, nor could he see the poor prisoners likely being dragged on a walk of shame through the streets as the crowds shouted abuse or threw rotten food at them. He might have seen it all better from his balcony, but he did not want to hear the screaming. Not when he couldn’t do a single thing to help those poor men.